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The final patch of snow, bravely holding out against the warm weather of the past two weeks. Thanks to the eternal shade of the neighbour’s garage and being part of a huge pile of compacted snow it was able to survive until today. Tomorrow it will be gone.

The humongous piles of compacted snow did quite some damage to Alison’s dogwood shrubs. I can’t wait to see all the plants turn green and the many firns we planted last year to unroll their heads. Very soon it will be summer.

Everything is brown and grey now the snow has melted and the trees and shrub are still leafless. Everything except Alison!

The snow is covered with a crusty layer because it’s thawing and Poupoune has found out she can now use the mountain of snow as a secret passage to the neighbour’s garden, and subsequently, to the cats in the alley.

Note to self: make the fence two metres taller.

Not very smart to park a bike under the spout of a gutter. You have to de-ice it before you can use it. Or get a cold ass.

It’s thawing rapidly now, but at night it’s still below zero, so the mountains of snow will be present for at least a couple of weeks. Especially the ones in our garden, that aren’t warmed up by the sun.

They had snow in the Netherlands this morning. Chaos everywhere, 880 km of traffic jam, hundreds of accidents, trains stuck in the middle of nowhere etc.

The amount? 4 cm.

Poupoune is surprised to find the 1 metre high bins in the park reduced to ‘holes in the ground’ she only knows from her visits to the hair dresser.

[Made with the new camera, but I'm not blown away by the 'snow' preset. O wait, I had another setting wrong. Too many options...]

347 cm and counting.

A combination of being away during a major snowstorm, a lazy and ill Alison and neighbours with snowblowers blowing their snow in our garden caused a backbreaking amount of snow in our backyard.

Two hours later.

With the plywood in place and screwed down, I cover it with a fibreglass weave saturated with polyester resin. After it has cured I cut of the “skirt”, and caulk the edges with the wall.

And now, repeat this for the next balcony hoping the weather will stay nice and we won’t get a snowstorm.

[No snow, but it did rain...]

I admit, it wasn’t a long swim, but I did swim. Not long enough to remove all the paint from my arms and legs (Note to self: don’t paint fire escape stairs in shorts and a T-shirt) but it was lovely. Sitting near the water at “our” lake on this gorgous day with the trees almost in full fall-colour mode.

Much nicer than painting the fire escape, our activity yesterday and the last couple of weekends… But that job is fortunately also progressing.